Not so pretty today, with a cool bite in the air and overcast. But I did get my new glasses, which I like very much, and my view is sharper and crisper. The joys of seeing better! Would that that were a metaphor.
I've been sleeping well because we have the window open and a fan blowing on us. It's not actually hot enough for such a measure, but boy do I love it. I guess I need background noise or circulating air to sink into a deep sleep. I also love hearing the outside: the birds in the morning, the dogs barking on early walks, the bicyclists talking as they ride by. I hear the paper thump on the steps, the hammers working, the train whistle and every firetruck or police vehicle. It's my town, and it's busy. On some nights I hear the concert in the Greek Theater. The other night it was Green Day. On Thursday nights the Cal band practices, when it's football season the cannons roar when there is a touchdown. The Campanile chimes every hour. The squirrels scold from our trees, the cats fight in our front yard, and occasionally the racoons screech from the cedar tree. So. Add a little whir of a fan and that is the piece de resistance.
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